This is a different version of a poem that I've been writing and editing, loosing and rewriting, for a few years.
It's a question that I have had inside my heart, for a long time.
And even today, when I wrote this version, I still teared up while I was typing out this question.
This is a poem that I wrote about never getting to say goodbye to my baby sister, Jessica.
She was one years old when she died from a cancer that the doctors didn't know how to treat.
The medicines that they gave her, if they worked, only worked for a little while.
I miss my little sister, and with that I had been able to have more time in this world with her.
I love you Jessica, and wish that I could have said goodbye.
